As I think of you today…
May 19, 2008 at 10:33 pm | Posted in Personal, Poem | 4 CommentsTags: Experience, Feeling, Life, People, Poem, Thought
I was just sitting… and you came to my mind.
As I try to put my thoughts away,
I think of you again today;
I think of all the times we’ve had,
All the good times; and the bad;
The way you loved me, the way you cared,
The way you understood, whatever I said;
The way you smiled and made the day bright,
The way you held my hand, and set everything right;
I wish you were here today, to hold me tight,
And say to me, “Everything’s gonna be all right!”;
Down the stream of life, my boat, I row,
Now that you’re gone, I really do miss you so!!!
How much can you really miss someone?
There are no boundaries, no bars, no limits and no explanations. You just miss them. Some of the most beautiful moments in life… you know, they’ll never be back.
It is said…
“Life is not about the moments in which you breathe; it’s about the moments that take your breath away!”
It’s about the little things that matter… The little things that make life worth living…
- A kiss on the forehead, to say that you care.
- The way you hold my hand, to let me know, you are there.
- A hug, which makes me feel safe and protected.
- Your smile, to comfort me in every way.
I’m thinking of you today… and I really miss you being there…
Different…
March 31, 2008 at 10:30 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentTags: Life, Poem
There is a part of me
That feels I am different from everyone else.
Something that I can’t quite see,
Something that I can’t quite feel,
Something so unreal.
But this ‘thing’ is always there,
This ‘thing’ with others, I will never share.
So I push it to the back of my mind,
All the thoughts of boys and clothes
And make-up, it is hiding behind.
Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,
It comes back with such ferocity,
Angry and unforgiving.
I feel so lost and sad,
Whatever caused this feeling
Must have been so horrible and bad.
A lost memory or something else,
I’ll never know,
Whatever it is,
I know for sure,
I can never let this feeling show.
-Anonymous
ANYWAY
March 31, 2008 at 1:12 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentTags: Life, Poem
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered,
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives,
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies,
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow,
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable,
Be honest and frank anyway.
People favour underdogs, but follow only top dogs,
Fight for some underdogs anyway.
What you spent years building may be destroyed overnight,
Build anyway.
People really need help, but may attack if you help them,
Help them anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and you’ll get kicked in the teeth,
Give the world the best you’ve got…
ANYWAY!!!
***I read this when i went a church residence with my dad to meet an old priest friend of my dad’s. I couldn’t resist posting it…
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Life Isn’t Just… But Life…
February 17, 2008 at 4:20 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a commentTags: Life, Poem
I once had a friend. He always said… “Don’t live life by the rules; make your own rules as you live life!” I never actually realized he was giving me a fortune cookie.
As I am living by, I realize… It is the essence of life!!!
I was just browsing some odd pages on the net a few days back when I came across this poem… I couldn’t help but post it here. So, here I go…
Life isn’t just, but life…
Life isn’t about keeping score,
It isn’t about how many friends you have,
Or how accepted you are,
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you’re alone.
It isn’t about who you are dating, who you used to date,
How many people you have dated,
Or if you have ever been with anyone at all.
It isn’t about who your family is,
Or how much money they have,
Or what kind of car you drive.
It’s not about how beautiful or ugly you are,
Or what clothes you wear,
What shoes you have,
Or what kind of music you listen to.
It’s not about if your hair is blonde, red black or brown,
Or if you skin is too light or too dark,
Not about what grades you get or how smart you are,
How smart everyone else thinks you are,
Or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It’s not about what clubs you’re in or how good you are at “your” sport,
It’s not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will accept the “written you”.
Life just isn’t, the life is…
But…
Life is about who you love and who you hurt,
It’s about who you make happy or unhappy,
It’s abut keeping or betraying trust,
It’s about friendship, used as sanctity or a weapon,
It’s about what you say or mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
It’s not about what judgments you pass and why,
And who your judgments are spread to,
It’s about who you’ve ignored with full control and intention,
It’s about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge,
It’s about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.
But most of all, it’s about using your life to touch or poison other people’s hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices are
“WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT”!!!
आज फीर तुम्हारी याद आई…
February 16, 2008 at 9:52 pm | Posted in Personal, Poem | Leave a commentTags: Feeling, Life, Poem
दील के कुछ टूटे टुकड़े,
मैं आज भी चुनता हूँ,
तुम्हें लेकर मैं ख्वाब,
आज भी बुनता हूँ|
हाँ वो सच का कध्वा घूँट,
मैंने पी लिया है मगर,
आज भी उस ज़हर से,
मैं पल-पल मरता हूँ|
यूँ पल-पल मरकर ही,
मैंने जीवन का मतलब जाना,
कोई इस तरह जीवन का मतलब न जाने,
यह दुआ मैं हर वक्त करता हूँ|
…….आज भी उस ज़हर से,
मैं पल-पल मरता हूँ,
तुम्हें लेकर मैं ख्वाब आज भी बुनता हूँ|
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